The other night, I gave a series of jokes. That's all it was: a series of jokes. They didn't have anything to do with one another. And although I got a few laughs, I felt disappointed because I've always wanted to deliver two-five minute bits like all of the comedy greats have.
After the show, I started walking back to the subway with my friend and mentor Quinn C.
I feel a combination of nervous energy and anticipation as I prepare for my biggest performance ever: opening for Quinn C. Martin at the Hard Rock Cafe at Yonge & Dundas tonight (Sunday) at 8PM.
Here's how I'm preparing.
You'll notice that I document the performance history of the joke, tracking which lines garnered laughs and which did not. It's in my technical nature to break things down like this, as unartistic as it may seem.
Last night, I participated in a comedy competition produced by Neil Griffin at the Pickled Onion in Brampton. There were five people, and I came in fourth. Fourth? That sucks donkey balls.
Did I get laughs? Absolutely. So what went wrong?
I failed to accurately survey the nature of the crowd, which hurt my likeability in the end. Luckily, the lessons learned were well worth the loss.
